Night with Friends

The woods went on and on. He had heard the faint drums from back at the camp, but now under the full moon they were louder. He pushed into the trees, the brambles along the path. He knew where the path would lead him. He didn't care. The drums were calling to him. The drums were thinking for him. as he strode forward, he pulled off his shirt. He unbuckled his belt shaking off his jeans. He was at the clearing, naked under the moon. His hard cock was dripping precum as a couple of drummers stopped and walked up to him, their hard cocks pointing to him. He spread his arms wide as they guided him to a steel basin in the center. The drumming was inside him. The drumming was him; he knew only the need. he was brought to the basin; it was filled with white hot ashes. His cocked pointed to the heat as he was held tight. He screamed out to the call of the drums as his hard cock, so close to cumming, began to shoot. As he came, his cock was bent down into the white-hot ashes, screaming as it burned.